Aşa-i lumea trecătoare.. C-aşa-i lumea trecătoare.
There wasn't so much singing as there was a short jeremiad. A low hymn that purred more than hummed and shivered down in baritone to the bones. An old lyric that met the man and told of his addiction to the world.
Unul naşte altul moare.. Unul naşte altul moare.
Wondering if he would ever tire of it despite it's transient, sojourn beauty.
Lume, soră lume.
Wondering if he would tire of watching the new-borns suffering, and the dead ones rotting. Oh world, what a world.
Ăl de naşte necăjeşte.. Ăl de moare putrezeşte.
Oh what a crazy world.
Lume, soră lume.
A world he watched from high above, where the vampire sat on edge like a gargoyle overlooking the city. Hands folded in his lap, long legs dangling over the side, his gaze cast to the church steeple that housed the man who loathed him more than Satan. To the graveyard that was blanketed in white, and the forest he had build just beyond it, masked in the veil of snow, deceiving onlookers of what horrors lied under it. To the park and the apartments that filled the horizon, covered with such a pristine color, one would never know just looking at this world..
Just how filthy and depraved it truly was.
As Abel approached, something small and red, like a jewel tossed up from where the coated vampire sat, and aimed to land in his hands.
A single strawberry, lightly dusted with frost.
"Sit with me."
He addressed his brood, a kindness in his voice that only Abel would ever hear from him.
There wasn't so much singing as there was a short jeremiad. A low hymn that purred more than hummed and shivered down in baritone to the bones. An old lyric that met the man and told of his addiction to the world.
Unul naşte altul moare.. Unul naşte altul moare.
Wondering if he would ever tire of it despite it's transient, sojourn beauty.
Lume, soră lume.
Wondering if he would tire of watching the new-borns suffering, and the dead ones rotting. Oh world, what a world.
Ăl de naşte necăjeşte.. Ăl de moare putrezeşte.
Oh what a crazy world.
Lume, soră lume.
A world he watched from high above, where the vampire sat on edge like a gargoyle overlooking the city. Hands folded in his lap, long legs dangling over the side, his gaze cast to the church steeple that housed the man who loathed him more than Satan. To the graveyard that was blanketed in white, and the forest he had build just beyond it, masked in the veil of snow, deceiving onlookers of what horrors lied under it. To the park and the apartments that filled the horizon, covered with such a pristine color, one would never know just looking at this world..
Just how filthy and depraved it truly was.
As Abel approached, something small and red, like a jewel tossed up from where the coated vampire sat, and aimed to land in his hands.
A single strawberry, lightly dusted with frost.
"Sit with me."
He addressed his brood, a kindness in his voice that only Abel would ever hear from him.
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